User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3135907-20110728203229

Griboz is running toward Rallago's hunting party of a halfscore. When he meets them, Rallago points to a large grove of pines in the distance. "There. I see blackbirds circling around the top of those trees. Food! We'll slay a few of the stupid things and take some back to the capitan. Mmm, I can just taste it now. Fried bird with a bit of lard smeared on it. Some herbs, p'raps, and ay! you have grande meal. I could live on such fer weeks, with a bit o' fish now an' then. Come!" The hunting party then head for the pines. Little do they know just how many blackbirds await them!